The greatest word invented by mankind is actually history.
Whether it is the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, or the modern era that extends for five thousand years, people can always detect traces of clues from history, and then peel off the final result of the story.
The silk cocoon is extracted to restore an original appearance.
After I heard the legend of the West Queen Mother Country, the first thing that came to my mind was the country of the dead, the Nibelungen.
Because the two countries have too many similarities, the legend is confusing, but what is the truth?
Keep your eyes open and wait and see.
As we gradually climbed towards the mountain, the wind and snow around us became stronger and stronger, and the originally sunny weather gradually became covered with a layer of white veil.
The strong wind blew up on the mountain, and the scattered snow was rolled up and flying in the air.
It's daytime, but the visibility is still very low, because apart from the sharp-cut mountains and rivers, all you can see is white.
"Why did the wind suddenly pick up?"
Cao Polu said.
"This wind is a natural wind direction.
There is nothing weird about it.
You can rest assured."
Helian Shenji, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyes and said aloud.
"It's better to keep walking west.
The direction we are walking now is north.
We must turn around immediately.
We cannot deviate too much, otherwise we will waste more time."
Liu Xuance took out the compass, took a look, and then said aloud.
"Then where should we go to the left now?"
"Follow me, don't fall behind.
If you don't see anyone, shout out.
Pay attention to your steps.
If you fall here, even those born in Shaolin Temple will fall to death."
Liu Xuance shouted in front, then put away the compass and headed west The face moved slowly.
We were wearing the most standard hiking boots this time.
There would be absolutely no problem walking on this mountain.
It could even save our lives at critical moments.
"How is the Feng Shui position here?"
Ji Chengxue looked at me and asked aloud.
"Why do you ask this?"
I was a little confused.
"I think if one day I get tired of living, I will find a cemetery here and slowly wait to die alone.
I like Kunlun very much, and I am serious."
Ji Chengxue said softly, her eyes staring ahead, but the corners of her mouth An unprecedented smile appeared.
"The dragon and the tiger are in the same shape, and the sky supports the mountains.
It is a good place.
However, if you choose this place as your final destination, you will have a very hard life in your next life.
It is not suitable for you."
I did some research before coming back.
After understanding the terrain and mountains nearby, we can clearly understand the general trend of Feng Shui after a little deduction.
But although the Feng Shui here is very good, I don't want Ji Chengxue to try it, or it should be her last words that made me a little uneasy.
"I am a red-robed fierce ghost.
I have lived for three thousand years.
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I have much more than others.
I have no next life, and there will be no next life."
Ji Chengxue smiled at me.
I don't know why, but it was originally The extremely bright smile, in my eyes, is particularly heart-warming, as if someone had stabbed her hard.
"You are not allowed to die after I die, because I will turn into a ghost and look for you for three thousand years.
If I find you in advance, I will pay you back everything I owe you."
I pulled it up like a broken jar.
Ji Chengxue's palm, this is the first time I hold her hand so directly and boldly.
My whole body was shaking and shaking.
I held her soft, boneless but cold-as-snow palm and held it tightly, fearing that she would suddenly break away in the next second.
"What do you want in return?"
Ji Chengxue did not break away, but let me hold her hand.
I said: "I'll give you back the three thousand years you loved me."
"How to pay back" "In exchange, I will love you for the remaining three thousand years."
I said, my tone gentle.
"good."
Ji Chengxue looked at me, her expression slightly startled, and then she looked at me with a pouted smile and a dimple-like smile.
She is very beautiful, the most beautiful person I have ever seen besides Xie Si.
I know what I said may be against my will, but To be honest, Xie Si is irreplaceable, and so is she, and so is Luoyang.
I owe Xie Si the waiting, I owe Luoyang the promise, but I owe Ji Chengxue the entire fleeting time of three thousand years.
At this moment, suddenly a gust of wind came up.
This wind came very fast and pushed me back a step.
I squinted my eyes and opened them again.
I could see nothing in front of me. , except for the fact that Ji Chengxue was still holding my hand, I felt as if I had Xueying and could not see anything else.
Just when I wanted to pull Ji Chengxue's palm to bring her to me, I suddenly discovered that the palm that was still in my palm had disappeared.
I was startled and stopped immediately.
We don't dare to move a bit.
The last time we came to Kunlun, Brother Gu and we had encountered such a thing.
Yes, that's right.
Last time on the mountain road next to the ancient Daxue Temple, I encountered Xue Maitreya's confusion.
Could it be possible that this time, it was also Xue Maitreya's fault?
I was thinking in my heart, but suddenly I heard something in my ears.
There was a series of extremely weird chanting sounds.
"Namo Amitabha Ye Duo Taka Duo Ye Duo Di Ye Ta Amili Du Po Via Amili Duo Xiyu Po Via Amili Duo Vikalanda Amili Duo Vikalana Duo Gami Niga Gana Zhiduo Kalisha Poha" The voice of the chanting was extremely hoarse and sneaky, and had a disgusting feeling.
There was no trace of it that would make people think it was a Buddhist scripture.
I swallowed and listened carefully to the voice coming from the wind and snow. , not long after, I shouted: "Grass Rebirth Mantra" I almost cursed, there are people here reciting rebirth mantras for us to save us.
Why am I already dead?
I stared, and a thought suddenly came to my mind.
I couldn't help but startled myself, and my heart pounded.
Thumping.
When the wind and snow blew in front of me, I lowered my head subconsciously.
When I looked up, I saw a man who looked like a lama appeared in front of me.
The man who looked like a lama was about ten meters away from me.
He was dressed in red monk clothes.
As if he had been soaked in blood, he did not wear the tall and thick monk's hat, but showed a bald head.
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Because he was too far away, I couldn't see his specific appearance at all.
Only the red monk's robe was particularly bright in the wind and snow.
My heart was beating fast.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. tone.
I kept thinking about how long the road I just walked on was in my mind.
After thinking back and calculating, I gritted my teeth and walked in the direction of the loudspeaker.
Just when I took a step forward, I suddenly heard a weird chuckle.
I trembled all over and just took the step out.
My feet were still in mid-air, and I even felt that the air around me was solidifying at this moment.
I swallowed, calmed down, and walked forward.
"If there are people in the future who are short of food and clothing, and those who ask for help are obedient, they may suffer from many diseases, or suffer from severe decline, their homes may be uneasy, their families may be scattered, or they may do many unruly things, disobey their bodies, and may be frightened in their sleep or dreams.
Horrible.
People like this, who hear the ghost monk's name and see the ghost monk's form, serve him with sincerity and recite it thousands of times, all these unsatisfactory things will gradually disappear, and they will find peace and happiness, and even in their sleep, they will be happy and happy.
Donor, Do you also want to believe in the poor monk?"
The hoarse and sneaky voice appeared in my ears again.
I was stunned for a moment, and then I suddenly realized that the speaker was reading Ksitigarbha's Original Vow Sutra, but the Ksitigarbha in the sutra had been changed to Ghost Monk's Sutra.
Name, and this is not a scripture that allows people to achieve transcendence.
It is obviously a ghost scripture that advises people to die.
I yelled, clenched my fists, and then strode forward, completely blocking out all the thoughts around me.
I only thought about getting out of this confusion.
My eyes were fixed on the front, staring at The ghost lama hiding his figure in the snow.
The distance of more than ten meters passed by in an instant.
I was both scared and thankful that this ghost lama was already standing in front of me.
"Get out of here" I roared, and then pulled out the Great Summer Dragon Bird from behind my waist with a bang, staring at the alluring red color in front of me.
"Donor, do you want to kill me?"
At this time, an extremely hoarse voice slowly came from my ears, as if someone put ice cubes in my ears.
My eyes widened, my whole body trembled, and then I suddenly reacted, He directly drew the knife and turned his wrist towards my neck, slashing it, and then used the momentum to flip over.
The blade opened a gap in the wind and snow, and I stepped back sharply.
Then I stared at the ghost lama in front of me with wide eyes, revealing his true appearance, and my hands began to tremble slightly.
He was dressed in a monk's robe that was as red as blood, revealing the purple-green skin underneath.
If I read it correctly, it was the color of the skin of people who had been frozen to death.
This ghost lama had a ferocious cross on his bald head.
The scar ran across the entire top of his head, as if someone had cut it open with a knife, and the r turned outwards, which was extremely penetrating.
He only has one eye, and the other eye has turned into a pitch-black void.
There are purple threads around the eye socket, extending to the bottom of the eyebrows and around the eye bags.
The other eye is pitch black, and nothing can be seen.
Expressions and expressions.
I swallowed.
The ghost lama's left hand was broken at the elbow, exposing the pale bones.
He held a broken bowl in his right hand, which seemed to be used for alms.
I took a shaky breath and shook the Daxia Longque on my hand.
I can't describe my current mood.
Is it fear or jealousy, or an indescribable despair?
This ghost lama looked at me , grinned, revealing a mouth as dark as ink.
"Do you want a poor monk to save you?"
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